so we are fighting.
2005-10-24 6:37 p.m.
twenty two, the revelations kept coming, hanging in the corners of our doorframes and taking cover when noticedcut above, cut below, some age appropriate story where i told you the better things in life no longer snuck in to surprise me, instead went hanging their heads sorry at missing the big joke, the one about what we know, truths self-evident and undebated
i have grown old, holding my own hands down into the darkness, a sort of symphony for trying numbers, on my side, he has all right and mercy to be angry, but i hate doing as i'm told, so we are fighting
and nothing strikes me anymore with its great and painful nature, some form that, laid out, dried into a forced self-preservation, that we clung haughty to our lofty goals and would not answer questions.